Chapter 55
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The furrowed brow, the lowered head, and the pursed lips that seemed to be holding something back.
He looked hurt. There was no sign of tears in his eyes, but the dry, cracked surface of his face is far from his always gentle and smiling face. His forever happy expression is peeling away, only leaving a face that seems wants to cry.
Violette couldn’t understand what made him to make that face.
“Yulan ……?”
Yulan, standing there when she turned around, was not wearing a soft air like usual. His expression was dark and stagnant, like a back alley after rain, filled suffocating moisture and humidity.
“Were you happy?”
Yulan with his tattered mask, tries desperately to smile. But the expression of his face is no different than crying. It’s as if he is strangling himself just to spill his words and smile.
At least to Violette, it looked as if he is about to collapse.
She thought, Yulan may break with just a simple harsh word. She wanted to open her mouth and say a few comforting words to him. But for some reason, her throat feels constricted, as if her voice is blocked by something.
Before Yulan could avoid it, a outstretched hand touched his cheek. It caressed his eyes, his cheeks with extreme fondness. His face that was filled with grief turned to surprise by the touch.
A beautiful gold color. The color of the sun, the color of a sunflower scorched by the sun.
The proof of the absolute pinnacle that attracts everyone.
Violette thought it was beautiful. She wanted the golden color of the king that Claudia bears. The girl who wanted to be the heroine of a tragedy did not stop at any means to get it.
She was a foolish woman. And she thinks that from the bottom of her heart. Even though it was Yulan who beard the golden colour, the colour that gazed at her with adoration, she would think it was Claudia who was looking at her with those loving eyes. She was disgusted with herself for thinking like that. She was fed up with her narrow-mindedness.
He was so close to her. She could have reached out and found someone who would accept her.
She should have realized sooner that it was such a gentle, sun-like color.
This is Yulan’s color.
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The furrowed brow, the lowered head, and the pursed lips that seemed to be holding something back.
He looked hurt. There was no sign of tears in his eyes, but the dry, cracked surface of his face is far from his always gentle and smiling face. His forever happy expression is peeling away, only leaving a face that seems wants to cry.
Violette couldn’t understand what made him to make that face.
“Yulan ……?”
Yulan, standing there when she turned around, was not wearing a soft air like usual. His expression was dark and stagnant, like a back alley after rain, filled suffocating moisture and humidity.
“Were you happy?”
Yulan with his tattered mask, tries desperately to smile. But the expression of his face is no different than crying. It’s as if he is strangling himself just to spill his words and smile.
At least to Violette, it looked as if he is about to collapse.
She thought, Yulan may break with just a simple harsh word. She wanted to open her mouth and say a few comforting words to him. But for some reason, her throat feels constricted, as if her voice is blocked by something.
Before Yulan could avoid it, a outstretched hand touched his cheek. It caressed his eyes, his cheeks with extreme fondness. His face that was filled with grief turned to surprise by the touch.
A beautiful gold color. The color of the sun, the color of a sunflower scorched by the sun.
The proof of the absolute pinnacle that attracts everyone.
Violette thought it was beautiful. She wanted the golden color of the king that Claudia bears. The girl who wanted to be the heroine of a tragedy did not stop at any means to get it.
She was a foolish woman. And she thinks that from the bottom of her heart. Even though it was Yulan who beard the golden colour, the colour that gazed at her with adoration, she would think it was Claudia who was looking at her with those loving eyes. She was disgusted with herself for thinking like that. She was fed up with her narrow-mindedness.
He was so close to her. She could have reached out and found someone who would accept her.
She should have realized sooner that it was such a gentle, sun-like color.
This is Yulan’s color.
The furrowed brow, the lowered head, and the pursed lips that seemed to be holding something back.He looked hurt. There was no sign of tears in his eyes, but the dry, cracked surface of his face is far from his always gentle and smiling face. His forever happy expression is peeling away, only leaving a face that seems wants to cry.Violette couldn't understand what made him to make that face.Yulan ?Yulan, standing there when she turned around, was not wearing a soft air like usual. His expression was dark and stagnant, like a back alley after rain, filled suffocating moisture and humidity.Were you happy?Yulan with his tattered mask, tries desperately to smile. But the expression of his face is no different than crying. It's as if he is strangling himself just to spill his words and smile.At least to Violette, it looked as if he is about to collapse.She thought, Yulan may break with just a simple harsh word. She wanted to open her mouth and say a few comforting words to him. But for some reason, her throat feels constricted, as if her voice is blocked by something.Before Yulan could avoid it, a outstretched hand touched his cheek. It caressed his eyes, his cheeks with extreme fondness. His face that was filled with grief turned to surprise by the touch.A beautiful gold color. The color of the sun, the color of a sunflower scorched by the sun.The proof of the absolute pinnacle that attracts everyone.Violette thought it was beautiful. She wanted the golden color of the king that Claudia bears. The girl who wanted to be the heroine of a tragedy did not stop at any means to get it.She was a foolish woman. And she thinks that from the bottom of her heart. Even though it was Yulan who beard the golden colour, the colour that gazed at her with adoration, she would think it was Claudia who was looking at her with those loving eyes. She was disgusted with herself for thinking like that. She was fed up with her narrow-mindedness.He was so close to her. She could have reached out and found someone who would accept her.She should have realized sooner that it was such a gentle, sun-like color.This is Yulan's color.
